Puella Mea (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!Alacke, it was the ...
Praise of the knights of oldMay sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares:The praise which fires ...
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne, King Arthur I am to name;Through Christendome and Heathynesse Well knowne is ...
Call Braunighrindas left her bed At cock-crow with an aching head. O miserie! "I yearn to ...
Of Guinevere from Arthur separate,And separate from Launcelot and the world,And shielded in the convent with her sin,As one draws ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land, He dwelt at Caerleon-upon-Usk; He held it with an armed right hand, And ...
"""When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench."" Love's Labour's Lost SWIFT across the palace floor Flashed her ...
IDead, she drifted to his feet.Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet?Oh! the river floweth deep.Fathoms deeper is her sleep.Oh! ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, And ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
SIR OZANA. All day long and every day, From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday, Within that Chapel-aisle I lay, And no man ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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